User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20120218163144/@comment-5343292-20120812202412

The large searat gives one thoughtful nod, before turning his cold and expressionless gaze back upon Ragfang "So yer from Fizalra's crew, matey" Not moving his eyes from the ferret, his heavilly jeweled fingers moved with practiced speed, taking a dusty glass and filling it with rich red wine, before passing it to the ferret in what Derklade would consider a friendly gesture, as if they had just made a deal "An' yet yore loyal to Derklade. I take that as a true mark o' loyalty, my friend-Callin' out for promotion, a new ship o' yore own, an' a new crew to follow yer every whim. The job of a true member of the Rusted Claw-All ya gotta do is tell me all yew know. An' Derklade shall award your unending loyalty...Greatly..." Crossing his fingers across his desk, the searat awaited for his lie to work upon his prey